Few notes from the previous chapter, I decided that I did the right thing posting the last chapter. I respect everyone's advice and opinions, so thank you for posting them.

Chapter 20 – Utterly Broken

Back at Hogwarts Professor Dumbledore sat at his desk completely lost, Harry and Ginny had been kidnapped two weeks ago, they hadn't even found information on their whereabouts or if they were alive or not. He desperately hoped they were still alive; surely Voldemort would have broadcasted to the world if he had killed Harry. Dumbledore wished his theory was correct and that they would find them; Harry held a very special place in his heart and longed to have him return safely.

Severus Snape hadn't been summoned by Voldemort for weeks, and when he was it was never at his hideout. Which troubled Dumbledore further; he wondered Voldemort hadn't told Severus anything of the two teenagers. Deep down Dumbledore thought Voldemort might be losing his trust in Severus. However tonight Severus had felt a sharp pain from his dark mark, when he had lightly grazed it with his forefinger he saw a dark castle surrounded by high walls. There contained no words or announcement from the Dark Lord, but Severus knew that he must leave soon to gather information and hopefully find Harry and Ginny.

Dumbledore was waiting for him to return, to see if he had any information on the two, it had been hours and Dumbledore was getting desperate. He rested his head in his hands trying to block the horrific images that ran through his mind, but they couldn't be moved.

His thoughts then turned to Draco Malfoy, he hadn't returned to Hogwarts this year and he had his suspicions about him; he had changed over the last eighteen months. But Dumbledore being the man he was, tried to look beyond the glint of evil in his eyes, he had hoped he could be saved. He realised now that he was wrong.

Ron and Hermione had reluctantly returned to school under the conditions that they were kept well informed on any new developments, and now that they were of age they would be involved in any rescue missions. However neither were eating properly, and they were making themselves sick with worry. Hermione hardly slept, she sepnt her time trying to work out where there had been any current death eater activity that she could use to find her two best friends.

Suddenly Dumbledore's office door opened, shaking him from his previous thoughts. Severus swept into the room, his face held an almost distraught look. He knew, then, that something terrible had happened to Harry and Ginny, for Severus rarely showed any emotion.

"Headmaster," he spoke strongly but shakily.

Dumbledore stood behind his desk and prepared himself for what he was about to learn.

Severus eyes then fell to the floor, he squeezed them tightly creating lines to form on his brow. He took a deep breath and brought his eyes back up to meet Dumbledore's. "My position as a spy for you is going to end, I cannot do this anymore!" he announced bluntly with a harsh edge to his voice.

"Are they alive Severus?" He asked worriedly, using his desk to support him as he looked at his potions masters.

"Yes, but I don't know for how much longer. The dark lord isn't holding back, he's determined to tear Potter apart and he's using Ginny Weasley to do it!" Looking straight at the headmaster with terror in his eyes.

Dumbledore bowed his head. Harry had been through so much, he had just found happiness and now it was being used against him.

"What's he done to them Severus? Will they ever recover?" he asked anger pulsing through him, they were still just children.

"Sir...Draco Malfoy has been a spy here, he delivered information on Harry's relationship with Ginny; she became an extreme target." He took a deep breath and continued. "He gathered all his most loyal followers this evening and told us we were in for a treat. They dragged Potter and Ginny into the room, they looked dreadful headmaster. Tortured, starved and they could barely hold their heads up. They pinned Potter to the floor and totally immobilised him, he was helpless."

Severus' face crumpled as the image shot through his mind again before continuing, "Then young Malfoy came forward and knocked Ginny to the floor and..."

"And...he what?" asked Dumbledore urgently moving in front of his desk and closer to Severus.

"He... raped her...right in front of Potter...she fought with all her might but she was so weak!" he yelled angrily looking up into the headmasters face, he knew he had to do something, he would have sooner if he had known their whereabouts.

Dumbledore fell down into the chair he was holding and looked to the ground shaking his head, how was anyone suppose to deal with that?

"I'm going to try and free them sir, I have to. For my own sanity and theirs. I'll do it quietly but you understand that I'll never be able to return thereafter. He will know I'm not loyal to him and he'll want me dead." He spoke calmly and precise.

Dumbledore nodded understandingly, he couldn't even comprehend how someone could deal with something so truly horrific. Harry and Ginny had been through so much in their short lives and the thought of them going through this was too much to bear.

"I understand Severus, but just in case I need the destination in the event you don't return." He said,moving from the chair to behind his desk where Severus joined him to discuss their plans. He knew an ambush of the castle was too risky, but if Severus could do it quietly there would be more hope of getting them home safely.

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She was sitting under their tree at the Burrow; the sun was beaming down onto her as a slight breeze rustled the leaves above her. The breeze washed over her skin soothing the tingly sensation caused by the sun, her toes caressed the earth beneath her as she watched her brothers and Harry diving up and down above the trees on their broomsticks. Her fingers surrounding the smoothed wood of her broomstick beside her, she raised her body from the ground and stepped forward intending to join them when the sky turned black, the leaves and the grass beneath and above her dying, turning brown losing its softness.

She felt the earth moving beneath her, she could feel it loosening and becoming weaker until she started falling, falling, falling through the darkness that covered her skin in dirt, filthy black adhesive that moulded itself to her body. Her once bright fiery hair becoming dull as it whipped itself around her face and neck until she finally hit the rough stone ground scraping her skin.

All of a sudden it hit her, she was still alive, still in pain, still suffering. She clenched her eyes shut and hoped she would return to the Burrow, away from this hell.

She took a deep breath trying to stop herself from sobbing when she realised there was no escape; she couldn't feel the moist grass between her toes but the rough, dusty ground she now lay upon. She couldn't feel the warm sun and the cool breeze, just the bitter cold that surrounded her body and the rough material covering her skin.

She opened her eyes a sliver, the room was similar to her last prison apart from a glass wall where two green, devastated eyes were staring at her broken form.

She was away from him; Malfoy was gone...for now. That's when it hit her. She couldn't hold it in anymore and her heart shattered into tiny pieces, she could barely inhale enough breath to sooth herself. The tears fell from her broken eyes as she pulled herself along the dusty cell floor towards the glass wall, pressing her palms against it as she lifted her eyes to meet Harry's letting out a deep sob.

"Gin...I'm so sorry." Harry said shakily, struggling to stay strong for her, he felt his own body being torn limb from limb in pain of seeing her like this.

"Make it go away Harry, please, I can't...I...can't stand it please, make it...disappear." As she sobbed, her whole body shook violently.

Harry pressed his palms on the glass to mirror Ginny's, he felt so helpless, so dead inside. The look Ginny held in her eyes was enough to send him over the edge; it scared him so much. She was losing her fight, her spark, she looked as if she was giving up. We've got to get through this, we need to get away, Harry thought.

"Please Harry make it go, make it go! Hold me, please!" She screamed as she held her hands up against the glass, her cheek still red and sore from her fight, her tears flooded from her eyes, cooling the area.

Harry stood helpless against the glass reaching out for her, his heart ripped from his body in front of his eyes. Why did he do this to her? It was his fault he'd fallen in love with her, put her in terrible danger, ripped her apart! He wished that Voldemort had just killed him and be done with it, but no he was ripping Harry to pieces first, slowly. "Please find us!" he whispered to himself. He couldn't watch Ginny die, she needed to live on and grow old with their children surrounding them. Not like this, not by the hand of Voldemort or his followers.

Ginny couldn't cope with the pain that was running through her veins, she needed Harry, she needed his arms encircling her and telling it was going to be ok. All she could feel was Malfoy's hands all over her body touching and groping her. Her skin felt covered in dirt and grime as she slid down the glass, her finger nails began attacking her skin, trying to scrap the dirt that had attached on to her. Malfoy's filth, the firth that ran through his veins that had moulded itself to Ginny. Her body felt numb, she couldn't even feel her nails digging into her flesh, all she could feel was him touching her. No matter how much she tried removing the dirt, it was still part of her, her once beautiful cream skin was now broken and raw.

She curled her body into a ball against the glass, grief shuddering through her bones, rocking back and forth until her body shut down into complete exhaustion. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she slumped against the floor, and fell still.

"I love you Ginny, keep fighting! We've got to...I'm so sorry...I've done this to you..." Harry sobbed slamming his weak fist against the glass in desperation; he turned and put his back against it while covering his face in his hands as he fell to the ground. His whole body trembling in distress and anger, and he couldn't do anything about either.

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